Sat in the Gym

Another meaningless blog post, another post which I try to do, try to squeeze out, just to fulfil my own mental checklist of writing a little bit each day. A victory on all accounts and it is true that this little piece of writing will add up over time if I can manage to keep up the consistency. That is all that I really care about, a consistent, honest production, bit by bit and day by day. I hope to be able to have more time soon to actually write something of worth, well, not saying that what I’m writing now is worthless, but something longer and with a clearer-cut intention that follows, flows throughout. My friend Nick Webster wrote a piece about his thoughts regarding the upcoming World Cup and his decision to not watch it. Reading this particular post of his, I was engrossed by how flawless the structure was, how smoothly and easily digestible his arguments were and how engaging it was to read.

How am I to replicate this? I’m sure it’ll come eventually. Right now, I am sat in a Chelsea fans’ pub near Fulham Broadway. The England game is playing and Jude Bellingham just scored. In all honesty, it does feel less special as a world cup. I feel a bit let down by England’s sudden U-turn on wearing their ‘One-love’ armbands on the day of the game. While the threat of an instant booking obviously is unwanted if England are to do well in the tournament, for me it just adds to the stupid power and influence of Fifa and England’s superficial attempts at protest, claiming they care for LGBTQ+ rights and the lives of migrant workers but going against their commitments right at the end.

It’s almost half-time now. England are 3 up. There are 14 minutes, yes 14 minutes of extra time after the concussion of the Iranian keeper. Justified though it is, that’s the most added time I’ve ever seen. How crazy.